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Mulched politik lift fart

Gross network of seedy connections slithering under the surface.

He kept pushing his tongue into the curvature of his bottom teeth, stroking up and imaging an amphitheater, in the texture of plaque he imagined sandstone and then it struck him, he could feel sharp recesses in the backs of his teeth, like engravings, he thought he could feel individual words carved into his enamel but his tongue was not a sophisticated enough tool to decipher any message or derive any meaning, he thought about something else and soon forgot the whole experience.

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